Three months was a vastly long amount of time to a nineteen-year-old girl. Three months was longer than a lot of things that had happened in her life and the thought of being in a hospital for that long because of a bomb was the most horrifying thing she could imagine. The look on her face was one of understanding. Well, more like compassion than understanding as she'd never come close to war, let alone an explosion of any sort. The issues of her own life seemed small and insignificant when she was face-to-face with a man who had survived something so tragic.
"That's awful," she said, the words falling flat in comparison to what she wished she could say to him. "I wish that I could say that I understand just how horrible going through something like that is, but I can only imagine."